Yet are found to be epicurean: From Queens cross to throgsneck heads nod

From the heart

Four black teens in Philadelphia with nothing other than weekly tranpasses and opinions. Still, the criticism and general interpretation seem to change from day to day regardless of aforementioned teens consistency.

Whatever. We're not doing anyone some terrible injustice, and we don't claim to be changing the world or enlightening the folk beyond belief or recognition. Credences, food for thought, images, a few laughs here and there, and opinions are all that we can offer you. Whether you choose to accept or decline, you are here, as are we, daily.

To face the rain or sunshine, parade or riot, cookout or Saturday detention..We ride Septa.

- Til' the very end, Nya Ari, Samir S, Trent XIII, and Hez

Thursday, August 27, 2009

From Queens cross to throgsneck heads nod

At times where the stanky leg, booty do, wutang, dmac, and other such dances are not appropriate, one might find themself yearning for a song to simply nod their head to. A playlist even. And I can think of many occasions where dancing outright would not be appropriate; Walking to class, Walking down the hall, Waiting for a bus, While on a nausea inducing date, and in the cafeteria. You want to be attached to society enough to seem au courant with your surroundings but, at the same time you wish to be as disjointed from your current setting as possible. When instances such as this should occur, the only viable escape would be, the music.

And so I've found that there is no cure for "Noditis" like;

Curt@!n$